Chapter Nine #3
Addie dawdled in the bathroom, showering, and changing into some casual clothes rather than putting the bathrobe back on.
She didn’t want to appear too desperate to make love with Vic again, but her body was still tingling from his possession and every now and again her belly would flip-flop as she recalled his thick presence inside her.
She placed her hand on her stomach and stared at herself in the mirror.
She looked the same and yet she felt so different from an hour ago.
Her body was awakened to the needs she had ignored for years and it was hungry for more of Vic’s touch.
It was like she had tasted a potent drug and now craved her next hit.
He was irresistible but hadn’t she always sensed that?
Her crush on him from the first time she met him should have warned her that he was danger personified.
Dangerous because he had no intention of falling in love with anyone, much less someone like her.
They moved in completely different worlds, he was a playboy everyone talked about, she was someone who avoided the spotlight.
And she was glad not to be noticed, wasn’t she?
She didn’t want to be compared to her gorgeous mother, nor did she want to be compared to Vic Jacobetti’s gorgeous lovers.
She wanted to stay out of the spotlight, to live her quiet uneventful life as before.
But…how could she now that she had tasted the delights of sexual intimacy? How could she turn the clock back and return to being that shy, innocent woman when Vic had awakened her to her sensual needs? Needs that still pulsed and throbbed inside her.
When Addie finally came downstairs, she found a light supper set out in one of the rooms off the kitchen.
It had big windows that overlooked the lake and the moon high in the sky at this time of night sent a silvery beam across the water.
Vic came in carrying a tray with a teapot and teacups and saucers on it and set it down on one of the side tables next to a brocade-covered sofa.
‘There you go, tea for two,’ Vic said, sending her a mercurial smile.
‘You certainly know the way to my heart,’ Addie said, then immediately wished she hadn’t.
It sounded like she was flirting with him, playing games of seduction she had no business playing.
She lowered her gaze to the teacups on the tray, busying herself with putting milk in her cup, hoping her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.
‘I was going to bring champagne but wondered if that would be appropriate.’ He poured a cup of tea for her, the sound of the liquid filling her cup loud in the ensuing silence.
Addie took the cup with a hand that wasn’t as steady as she would have liked. ‘What would we be celebrating?’ She still couldn’t quite meet his gaze and carefully took a sip of the hot and fragrant tea to cover her embarrassment.
Vic sat opposite her, holding his own cup of tea, but he didn’t take a sip. ‘Addie.’
She slowly brought her gaze up to his inscrutable one. ‘You don’t have to worry, Vic, I’m not going to beg you to make love to me again.’
He frowned darkly and leaned forward to put his cup on the small table between them. ‘You have regrets about making love with me?’ His voice was full of concern.
‘No, of course not. I just don’t want you to think I’m desperate to continue our…association. I know the rules, you stated them clearly.’
There was a small pause while he stared at his cup sitting on the table as if it was completely absorbing, although the same frown was on his forehead. Then he drew in a breath, his eyes coming back to hers. ‘I’m only thinking of you, cara . It would hurt you if we continued this for too long.’
How long was too long? A day or two? A week? A month…or more? But those were words she didn’t have the courage to speak out loud. She didn’t want to know the answer, was scared to hear it, so she stayed silent.
Vic rose from his chair and sent his hand through his hair, leaving wide finger trails in the thick black strands. He paced the floor a couple of times in an agitated fashion and then turned and faced her with a tortured expression on his dark features. ‘It wouldn’t be fair to you.’
Addie finally found her voice. ‘What wouldn’t be fair to me?’
‘Asking you to have a fling with me.’
Addie stared at him for a moment, struck speechless all over again.
Was he offering her a fling? And if he was, should she accept his offer?
She tried to think through the repercussions: the possibility of the press finding out, what her brother and sister-in-law would think, what would happen when the fling ended as it most certainly would do.
But then she recalled the magic of being in his arms and her body overruled the warnings of her brain.
She sent the tip of her tongue out over her lips, her heart thudding in her chest like an out of rhythm drum.
She put her cup down and rose from the chair and went over to him, placing a hand on his strong forearm.
Her skin tingled as hers came in contact with his, her lower body smouldering with need.
‘Is that what you want?’ It was a bold question and Addie was proud of herself for asking it.
One of his hands came down over the top of her hand resting on his arm, his grasp warm and firm.
His eyes blazed with heat, the same heat she could feel simmering in her body.
‘I want you.’ His other hand came to the small of her back and edged her closer to the hot hard heat of his body.
‘I told myself I wouldn’t get involved with you.
I warned myself of all the dangers and yet, here I am, wanting you to say yes. ’
Addie leaned into him, her excitement at being in his arms again making her almost giddy. ‘I want you too. So, so much.’
He cupped her face in his both of his hands and bent down to press a lingering kiss to her mouth.
She murmured her delight against his lips and his hands moved from her face to wrap around her body, holding her close once more.
She could feel every erotic ridge and plane of his body against hers, and it fuelled her desire to fever pitch.
A couple of hours ago she was a shy virgin, ignorant of the needs and workings of her body.
But Vic Jacobetti had awakened her to a world of sensuality, an addictive world she wasn’t yet ready to leave.
His kiss deepened, became more urgent and passionate, and his tongue played with hers in a dance of desire that sent bubbles of excitement through her blood.
She linked her arms around his neck, tilting her head to one side as he began to kiss the sensitive skin of her neck.
‘Your skin tastes divine,’ he growled and gave her earlobe a gentle nip that sent a hot shiver racing down her spine. ‘I want to lick every inch of you.’
Addie moved her mouth to his neck, his skin raspy with its masculine regrowth abrading her softer skin in a deliciously arousing way. She stroked her tongue along his skin, tasting the salt and maleness and deciding it was her favourite flavour of all time.
Vic groaned and came back to her mouth with a kiss that set her senses on fire. His hands held her by the hips, holding her against the throbbing need of his body, so close to the pounding pulse of her own.
Later, she could barely recall how they got back upstairs but she remembered a lot of stopping and kissing along the way. By the time they got to his bedroom, she was half mad with lust and it was more than obvious so was he.
He undressed her as she undressed him, quickly, desperately.
He knelt in front of her trembling body, tasting the humid heat of her and she whimpered in pleasure.
He changed the speed and pressure of his tongue against that most sensitive nub of her flesh and her body suddenly erupted into a cataclysmic orgasm.
An ocean broke over her, through her, within her.
Waves washed, crashed, pounded and then cast her out the other side.
She was breathless, panting, shaking with the delicious aftershocks that rippled through her.
Vic gently laid her back on the bed, looking at her with his dark eyes smouldering with lust. He sourced a condom and applied it, the action so stimulating to Addie, she was ready for him as soon as he joined her on the bed.
He anchored his weight on his forearms, gliding inside her with exquisite gentleness but she wanted more.
Much more. She gripped him by the buttocks and urged him deeper, groaning with pleasure as he responded to her encouragement with a guttural groan of his own.
It was faster than the first time, fast and frenzied with electrifying fusion of their hungry bodies.
Vic lifted his mouth off hers to look at her. ‘Are you sure I’m not going too fast for you? This is only your second time and I don’t want to hurt you.’
Addie pulled his head back down so his mouth was close to hers. ‘It didn’t hurt the first time, so why would it now?’
‘I just want it to be good for you.’
‘It was brilliant for me before. I’m not sure how you can improve on that.’
He smiled a glinting smile. ‘You just watch me, cara .’